[Comprehensive martial arts] The style of painting is wrong

It's late spring, small buds are growing on the branches, and the warm sunshine is shining. This kind of weather is a rare good time of the year that is neither too hot nor too cold.

That is, why on earth am I here listening to this old man bawling?Luo Huixue's eyelids were drooping, as if he was going to sleep or not, and an energetic, fairy-like old man opposite him was talking eloquently, his eyebrows were beaming and his spirit was flying high when he was talking.

If it wasn't for me not being able to beat you, Luo Huixue cursed in her heart, I would have already run away.An old man who is almost a hundred years old, he has been talking here for half an hour, isn't he tired?

It took about two cups of tea before Zhang Sanfeng stopped his understanding of martial arts. If it was a different person who could hear the world-famous Master Zhang of Wudang's opinions on martial arts, he would have heard it long ago. Be mesmerized.

It's a pity that he is facing Luo Huixue, so these words are destined to be useless.

Luo Huixue tried hard to open the upper and lower eyelids that were about to close, and gave a soft "um": "Master Zhang, is this over?"

Alas, it was because he broke his skin in Yu Luosha before, and after going back, his own father thought about it and thought that since he was in the rivers and lakes, he had to learn martial arts, and then he sent himself to Wudang regardless of his objections. Mountain.

Luo Huixue almost wanted to wipe away tears for herself. If she had known her father's way of dealing with it, she would not have been lazy, so she would not deliberately sell herself badly. She has been lying on the bed for a few days, and the injury has actually healed already...

Zhang Sanfeng looked like an old man with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, seeing Luo Huixue's obviously distracted, he was not annoyed, instead he smiled and praised: "The princess is really pure-hearted, good, the old man can take on this job! "

Come on, Luo Huixue's eyes are wide open, with an unbelievable look, I really can't support the wall with mud, um, why do you old man keep me in Wudang to find comfort?Put me back and I continue to live the life of getting up at noon every day.

Luo Chen breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his temples, and bowed his hands respectfully: "Then please trouble Mr. Zhang, the little girl is stubborn, and I don't expect much from her, I just hope If she can learn one or two skills to save her life, she will be content."

Knowing daughter Mo Ruofu, obviously Luo Chen also knew what kind of slacker his daughter was, so he didn't give much hope. Unexpectedly, Zhenren Zhang really accepted her, which was overjoyed.

"Father..." Luo Huixue stretched out a hand wanting to cry without tears, but unfortunately, her father seemed to be chasing after some beasts, and after a few polite words, he slipped out, but within a few breaths There was no one to be seen.

Although Zhang Sanfeng is nearly a hundred years old, he still has white hair and a youthful face, and his clothes are very plain, just an ordinary gray robe. The robe looks old, and Luo Huixue even suspects that the clothes may be older than himself Both are big.Zhang Sanfeng was looking at Luo Huixue with a smile while pinching his beard in high spirits.

"Princess, since the old Taoist has agreed to teach you martial arts, let's start learning from tomorrow." However, although Zhang Sanfeng looked kind, what he said made Luo Huixue unable to laugh.

"I don't know what kind of martial arts the princess wants to learn? Fist, foot, sword or palm? Or other martial arts. To put it bluntly, all the martial arts veterans in this world know a little bit." For some reason, Zhang Sanfeng felt a little strange towards Luo Huixue enthusiasm.

A glimmer of hope rose in Luo Huixue's eyes when he heard the words: "My lord, is there any kung fu that can make you invulnerable without tempering your muscles and bones?"

"Um?"

"It's a golden bell that can be practiced without hard work!"

"No."

"Oh, then I have nothing else to learn."

Luo Huixue curled her lips, asking her to do things that use her brain is fine, but asking her to get up early every morning to practice martial arts, and never relax for a moment, she is too lazy to do it.

The people from Wudang and Song Qingshu on the side showed surprised expressions. There are countless people in this world who dream of asking their master (ancestor) for advice.But there has never been a situation where my master wants to teach someone, but the other party is not happy.

Zhang Sanfeng was not annoyed, but the smile on his face deepened, he twisted his beard: "I have martial arts that are invincible in the world, and you don't want to learn it?"

Luo Huixue replied firmly, "I won't learn."

How hard it is to practice martial arts. You have to practice both cold and heat, you can't be lazy, and you have to hone your muscles and bones to strengthen your body.

"I already have the ability to quickly become a master." Luo Huixue raised her head reservedly.

"Oh?" Zhang Sanfeng didn't have the arrogance of ordinary grand masters, instead he seemed childish and innocent.

Luo Huixue inexplicably felt a sense of intimacy towards Zhang Sanfeng, probably this is the feeling of Tai Chi, the unity of man and nature.Zhang Sanfeng is the kind of old man who makes people feel kind at first glance.

Luo Huixue's expression turned serious and she stretched out a finger: "Have you ever heard of a magical method that descends from the sky?"

"Great summoning technique!"

Zhang Sanfeng didn't put on airs at all, and responded with a face: "Oh? What is that?"

"That is, if I encounter any trouble, I will call someone! As long as a few letters are sent out, a bunch of experts will come over." Luo Huixue spoke plausibly without any sense of shame.

But Zhang Sanfeng laughed, and said with a smile: "Then from tomorrow, you run with Wuji every morning, Qingshu, and you will take the two of them with you."

The laughter stopped abruptly, Luo Huixue looked in disbelief, me?

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Luo Huixue with a smile and nodded, it was you.

"Then when will it start?" Luo Huixue wanted to cry, but she was already thinking about how to be lazy.

Song Qingshu, who was dressed in a green robe and looked like a small green pine, hurriedly responded: "You don't need to get up too early, Miss Luo just needs to get up at Mao."

When?Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, isn't that five o'clock in the morning, Luo Huixue rubbed her fingers in her heart to confirm three times and found that it was indeed six o'clock in the morning.

"Then what if I can't get up?" Luo Huixue asked tentatively.

"This..." Song Qingshu turned his eyes to his father asking for help. Before meeting Luo Huixue today, no disciple had ever said that.

"According to the regulations, you need to copy the "Tao Te Ching" twenty times." Song Yuanqiao had a serious face, obviously compared to Song Qingshu, who was still a little young, he was more mature and more skilled in handling things.

Luo Huixue didn't speak anymore, she seemed to be thinking about something.

The next day, Song Qingshu found Song Yuanqiao with a complicated complexion, dressed in spring cold, and handed him a large dozen of papers.

A bad guess arose in Song Yuanqiao's mind. He took the stack of papers and glanced at Song Qingshu, and then got a nod of approval from Song Qingshu.

This is a full 140 times of the Tao Te Ching, and the handwriting is clear and neat.

"Miss Luo said don't go to her for the next seven days." Song Qingshu stood by at a loss. He grew up in the Wudang school and had almost never dealt with girls, let alone Luo Huixue. Chic girl.

Song Yuanqiao obviously also had some headaches, and he also couldn't understand why the master accepted Luo Huixue to learn art in Wudang. "I'll ask Master." Song Yuanqiao sighed.

After a while, Song Yuanqiao came out of the inner room with a serious face, looked at his still young son: "Your master said that this matter will be handled by you."

Song Qingshu opened his mouth wide as if he could stuff an egg, and the surprise on his face couldn't be concealed at all.

Song Yuanqiao stepped forward and patted his son on the shoulder kindly. "Do it well." Maybe Master is right, it's not only for the princess, but also for the good of Qingshu and Wuji.

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"This girl..." Zhang Wuji tugged at his sleeves a little awkwardly, so he looked at his senior brother for help.

Luo Huixue was expressionless, and Song Qingshu followed behind him pitifully. Since it was less than five o'clock this morning, this guy has been knocking on his door.

Song Qingshu didn't have time to talk to his little brother, he clasped his hands together, his eyes were full of begging: "Miss Luo, I beg you, just run, we're doing it for your own good."

Luo Huixue simply turned her head. Of course I know that you are doing it for my own good, but that doesn't mean I have to accept it. I don't want to be a martial arts master that much.Huh, don't you want to sleep in your room?

After a stick of incense, Luo Huixue sat on the stone panting, panting heavily: "Qing Shu, how long is it? Are you going to run so far?"

Song Qingshu accompanied Luo Huixue helplessly, and was about to speak, but Zhang Wuji who was beside him rushed to answer first: "Miss Luo, we need to run around this yard twice."

Luo Huixue's eyes went dark, and she almost fainted. This yard is not just one or two houses, but all the yards of the entire Wudang sect. It must be at least ten miles away.

"Miss Luo, Wuji has a handkerchief here, why don't you wipe off your sweat first." Zhang Wuji seemed to see Luo Huixue's weakness, and took out his own handkerchief as if to please her.

No wonder this guy could provoke so many women in two years, Luo Huixue couldn't help admiring, although among the women he provoked in the future, the only ones he had some impression of were Zhao Min and Zhou Zhiruo.But I have to say that Zhang Wuji is indeed the kind of guy that girls like the most. He looks simple and honest, but he is careful. Well, he seems to be quite scumbag?

"Wuji, why are you running along with me? It's because I don't have any knowledge in martial arts, what about you? Haven't you started practicing martial arts yet?" Taking advantage of the break, Luo Huixue and Zhang Wuji chatted.

Zhang Wuji is only a 17-year-old boy now, and because he was trapped on an isolated island with his parents since he was a child, he seems a little naive. Of course, he just looks naive. How many sons can Yin Susu raise?

The young man's eyes dimmed in an instant: "I was hit by the Xuanming God's Palm of the Elder Xuanming before, and Grand Master couldn't do anything about it, so I haven't practiced martial arts now."

Luo Huixue scratched her head, she seemed to remember that Zhang Wuji would have "Nine Suns Manual" in the future, but she couldn't remember how she got it.

"It's okay, you will be fine in the future." Looking at Zhang Wuji's shining eyes, Luo Huixue couldn't help rubbing his hairy head, after all, the protagonist's halo was on his head.

After resting for a while, the two started running again.But what Luo Huixue didn't see was that, behind her and Zhang Wuji, Song Qingshu's fist hanging by his side was clenched and then loosened, and his lips seemed to be murmuring to say something, but in the end he sighed and followed go up.

Originally, it only took two sticks of incense to complete the journey, but after Luo Huixue joined, he ran for more than an hour.

Song Qingshu took a deep breath, still holding a small teapot in his hand, and thought to himself, since Tai Shifu and his father handed Miss Luo to him, he should take good care of her as a senior brother.

"Qingshu? Thank you, but Wuji has already fetched water for me." Luo Huixue held a bamboo tube, sipping water, and there was still a circle of white mist on the bamboo tube.

Brother Wuji thought of it first again.Song Qingshu hardly knew how he got out of the yard, but he suddenly felt that the teapot in his hand was a bit hot, how could it be hot?It's obviously filled with cold water.

Song Qingshu pursed his lips, he didn't even think of hot water, he just took a pot of water, not only late but also useless.No wonder Taishifu, father and uncles didn't like Wuji enough, Wuji always made people like him, but he himself was a three-generation disciple of Wudang, but he couldn't do anything well.

In the yard, Luo Huixue politely rejected Zhang Wuji's invitation to invite her to the Wudang canteen for dinner, and walked back to her room with soft legs, alas, forget it, I don't have breakfast today, I have to go back to catch up on sleep!